Priceless..

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Feb 14, 2017

"I must be the luckiest of all granddads,
Just being able to play "footy" with my three young lads.
The pure joy of a kick about, with that magic football,
I'm bursting with pride, sharing good times with them all.
Two beautiful daughters, not forgetting my lovely wife,
gave me three footballing grandsons, they have enriched my life!
So once again I can run around, like a teenage kid,
I wouldn't swap these golden years, for ten million quid!"

 

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
You have been blessed indeed and your grandchildren will keep you young and fit-beautiful words.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks for your lovely comment Cecilia,..I really am blessed,...i have been writing poetry for many years,and have scores of poems that I would like to share.......now that I've found like minded people on this fantastic site!........out of curiosity, what country do you live in?.........I was born, and still live in Liverpool, England.......hope I'm not being too nosy."
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem Frank grandchildren certainly keep you on your toes.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks Chris, those three grandsons are all in their late teens, and beyond! now I'm a great grandad.....but I can still run, and kick a ball!....Ha,ha....thanks again for your nice comment."
Cecilia Crasto commented:
I live in sunny Australia (Sydney) and wouldn't want to live anywhere else, good climate, friendly people what more could you want!
Frank Hornby . commented:
Sydney, sounds great Cecilia, I wish Liverpool had your lovely sunny climate! ...but I also love my City, and would never leave....it's great that our poetry can be enjoyed all over the world.......all our love to Sydney from Liverpool....✌🏻

 

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